Hi, it’s Casey from that blog over there.
Andi is letting me borrow her blog for a moment so that I may rant and rave about the absolute rejection and horror that is the second year of law school. Or maybe just law school in general? There’s a reason lawyers are paid boatloads of money, and I’m currently living the reason. It pretty much blows (for now that is).
(Where my law school wimminz at? Word.)
I’m using the safety of Poot and Cubby so just in case a firm wanting to hire my husband (snort) came across my blog they wouldn’t see my distress and pass him by to due his matrimonial ties to crazy. Don’t tattle on me okay? Okay. Thanks.
Let me start with a picture.
This is the receipt from the post office after mailing resumes, transcripts and writing samples all over the country in hopes of securing an internship position for his second summer. This is the pile of rejection letters we have accumulated thus far.
And they all pretty much sound like this…
Dear Mr. My Husband,
Thank you for your interest in our firm, we don’t blame you really, we’re a really big deal. While we didn’t even bother to read your resume because you don’t come from a school that starts with Har and ends with vard, we are sending you this letter to let you know that we care enough to pay some intern to send out a completely generic letter stamped with my signature letting you know that we received the resume that cost you $3 to send and promptly put it though the shredder. Best wishes with your career because there’s no way we’d ever hire you.
Warmest Regards,
Overly paid stuffed shirt fancy pants attorney person.
ENOUGH WITH THE REJECTION.
We’ll end up where we’re supposed to end up. Blah blah blah. But that doesn’t make the sting of thoughtless rejections any less painful or obnoxious every time I go to the mailbox.
And it’s not as if my husband is an idiot. He’s top 15% of his class, on the Dean’s List, on law review, in moot court, VP of the Business Law Association and on the Dean’s Tutorial Society. My boy ain’t no dummy, which is probably why this is so frustrating.
(Ooh, update. He’s received three offers for interviews. WHOOT!)
Wish us luck, I’ll be sure to let you know over at my place when some good news finally hits the fan.
Thanks for listening. This is so way cheaper than therapy.
And thanks Andi-you’re the pea to my pod.
Love and kisses-Supertough Rejection Queen.
I hear you. My husband was in the same boat but he finally did get a job and the one he got isn’t the highest paying job in the whole world but he works no later than 6 and he comes home and has a few hours with our son and are bills are (somehow) paid every month and we ignore the giant balance at the top of the monthly statement.
Our friends with the big wig jobs are actually living in their offices and their wives are miserable and they look like they are 65 but they are only 30 and their children only see them on their lunchbreaks and life generally sucks.
So, maybe it’s a good thing. But I know how you feel and I’m there for you.
yeah. my husband is getting his doctorate, and I can’t wait until he looks for a job. I just know we’re going to end up in the middle of Nebraska, or something equally awful (sorry, Nebraska, you just aren’t my type).
Wishing you big big luck!
I was a double major in Political Science and Philosophy as an undergrad and I graduated Summa Cum Laude. Translation: real smart but unemployable. Given the poly sci part of this edjumacation the obvious thing was law school, which I was actually interested in until I talked to a few young lawyers. They were miserable in general and some had jumped ship to do something they loved. Wait…this comment sucks – it isn’t helping you at all is it? Well, my point was that I understand, I’m pulling for you, and given his academic achievements he’ll get an offer soon. And I hope he LOVES it! (God knows we need good, honest, people of integrity becoming lawyers in this country). And the wait is probably like you said, so that he lands in the right place. GOOD LUCK!!
Casey – I wish you and your husband luck with this search. It can be quite discouraging. My husband is ready for a career change, but no one around here is willing to pay enough for him to change jobs. Yuck. It is hard being in the midst of it.
Rejection letters totally suck. Especially when they’re obviously undeserved. I have this whole fear of being rejected that I know shouldn’t stop me from trying things (like getting published, applying to grad schools, ect.) but sometimes it does, at least enough to make me the world’s biggest procrastinator. Best of luck to your lawyer man – hope he turns those three interview offers into a bidding war!
That receipt trailing down the stairs is INSANE. I’m sorry! Any day now his luck will change.
I’m with slouching mom – that receipt really is insane! I’ve been pulling for you and the Moosh ever since I saw that sad little picture of her dressed like a lion hugging her daddy. It must be hard to be away from him so much and then it must be even harder when the very reason he is away is filled with all of this rejection. I hope the interviews turn out well – I’ll be crossing my fingers for you, girl.
Oh ouch. Have you tried Canada? Work exchange programs are awesome. Glens cousins went to the states to do an internship to become architects, and they live there now. We don’t pay as much up here I wouldn’t think, but many firms look at a foreign intern as a way for both parties to learn. Although, with law, I would imagine thats a whole other animal eh?
In the arc of your story, it seems like your husband’s workload and your location is the absolute pits. According to the laws of drama, this means things will upswing. Good news!
Best of luck! Go Moosh go ….
Husbands in school suck – and being the “rock” of the family also sucks. I’m with you. Fingers crossed, prayers said.
Keepin’ my fingers crossed for ya and I promise I won’t tattle!
That does suck. I hate the rejection letters for you.
Keeping my fingers cross for ya! Can’t wait to hear the news that hits the fan!
Amen Amen AMEN! To ALL of it!!!
Just try doing the same thing the following year when the husb doesn’t get an offer from the firm he worked so freaking hard to get a clerkship at the year before and then he worked his butt off all summer for them. jerks.
wait, also not helping. well, it helped me
good thing we have blogs…
That is crazy. The continual rejection has gotta be tiresome. Good luck. You guys will get good news soon.
Exactly what Lora said. First there was the season of summer internship rejection. Then there was the (much scarier) season of big-firm articling position rejection. I think my husband was the last person in his class to secure an articling position. Well, maybe not the very last, but close. And when he finally got his articles put together, he ended up with a position that segued smoothly into a job, with a partnership being dangled for sometime within the next two years. And he’s home by 6 every night.
Oooh! I found you.
Sorry my sweets. That’s FRUSTRATING!!!
Gosh, thanks guys. Let’s start a support group.
Graduate school blogging widows.
Deal?
Hang in there. There is a door waiting to be opened and it’s so much better than the places he was rejected from. When my huz left the medical service corps w/ the USAF he was rejected for so many jobs that in hindsight are very mediocre. Then a certain guy named Mr. Perot hired him. You just never know.
love that you posted here. vented here. very clever. you sound so clever that I bet you married yo ass a clever man. just a matter of time till he finds a good fit and the cash starts a flowing.
think of all the rejections as “not good fits”. He deserves a good fit! (you are probably flipping me off right now and thinking “you don’t know me or what fits my husband”) I’m really just lending you my rejection mantra (it’s me choosing them as much as them choosing me-yeah, right)
can’t wait for the update. I’ll bet it will be so good that you’ll post it on your blog…!
oh, i’m so sorry that it has to be this hard for you and your hubby. it doesn’t seem fair! i’m gonna cross my fingers, toes, legs eyes, arms,….i’d braid my hair to cross it if i could!
good luck…hoping for good news soon….hugs!
I’m so glad I met my husband in his LAST year of Law School! LOL
It WILL get better, I promise!
This does suck. Best of like to Mr. Your Husband.
(And also, my husband spends too much time building us new houses. It sucks ass. Can I join your support group?)
i can empathize with your plight. my hubs recently went through a career change. there were lots of rejections, and lots of silence after sending out resumes. i kept telling him that we’re not on his schedule, but HIS schedule; it didn’t help much. but he just finished his 2nd week at a place that looks like a great fit. i’ll pray for you guys to make it through until you find that fit.
Awww… so sorry to hear that… those photos are crazy! Here’s hoping and wishing for better luck soon. Fingers crossed for the both of you.
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